the silver-tongued demon
Insolent || Temperamental || Loquacious
I mean, being an awesome and powerful fire spirit has its perks, don't misunderstand. The whole immortality thing could be considered one of them, I guess. If you don't coming up with creative ways to pass the time, like making little giraffes out of string or taking up dance class. My looks never fade. And man, do I look good. Literally, smokin' hot. I don't enjoy bragging... But yeah, actually I guess I do. I can't help it though. Don't judge me.
I was born in ancient times, a creature of wind and fire. Created from whatever it is that creates demons. I'm not really sure how the process goes; I just woke up one day, spread-eagle on the scorching desert sands. The sun was the first thing I saw. I didn't see very much for a while after that because it kinda blinded me. It was seriously annoying. But ah, those were the glory days. I was feared and respected, my power held in high regard; sages and king would call upon me to seek my unparalleled wisdom, and girls would faint whenever I took off my shirt. But girls always fainted a lot more back then for some reason.
Not anymore though. I mean, now it's just like, "oh, so you're an afrit of considerable power, whatever, wanna grant me a wish or something?" Um yeah, see, I don't do the whole wish granting thing. And I will not squeeze into some crummy old lamp. Who do these guys think they are? I guess it doesn't matter, seeing as I've been bound by magic as old as the world to do their bidding. Whether I want to or not. But I'll break the wards someday. And then my chains will be around their necks, and we'll see who orders who around.
It'll be me, by the way. Ordering people around. Just in case I wasn't being clear enough for you; I know how stupid humans are, it's okay.